sim.jaeyun → macarons & motorcycles

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After some time, Jake seemed to adjust and took his role of being a very passionate artist.

It was quite amusing watching him paint so dramatically step by step, while using terminology the kids probably wouldn't understand til they are like fifty, but whatever.

At least he's trying his best.

Everything seemed to be going smoothly, and the thing we chose to paint was conveniently a macaron.

I did not pick this, of course, the one and only, macaron lover himself did. And he drew his own macaron with such pride you'd probably think he's the reincarnation of Van Gogh himself.

Onto the painting, it was going fine, and then a child erupted in a cry.

The two of us widened our eyes as the kid seemed to become deeper in hysterics. Jake stood up, a little unsure of what to do, and sat beside the kid, picking up the clipboard with confusion.

"What happened? Is everything okay?" You could tell he was inexperienced from the bewildered look on his face, and that he had absolutely no clue what to do in this situation, but with his sweet, slow tone of voice, it gave the impression that he had absolutely everything under control.

I watched, as the kid choked out a few incoherent words, while pointing to his painting that Jake was holding. Most of the kids were looking at the scene, and most of the kids were actually covered in paint too.

We tried our best to tell them that you shouldn't eat paint, but kids are pretty much superhuman.

As I tried to distract the rest of the kids, by guiding through the next step of the painting, I continually glanced over at Jake, the absolute, sweetest, beautifully constructed smile on his face.

A beam of light radiating off his cheek, this man captured the essence of happiness through his face alone.

He gently fixed the drawing, a few soft strokes on the child's page, and he stopped crying. He clapped his hands, giving scattered giggles as he took ahold of his own page and all of a sudden, his tears just disappeared.

I seemed to get distracted, and didn't realise they were waiting for me to tell them the next step.

Jake looked over at me, a cunning smirk on his face as he raised his brows lightly, as if to tell me to snap out of it.

And snap out of it I did, I cleared my throat, guiding them through the last step, and voila, the macaron was finished.

It was a cute experience, and as we began packing up, most of the kids had left, the sun was beginning to go down, the event was pretty much over.

And that meant another thing for the two of us too.

Right before we were about to finish and leave the area, a small child approached us, looking unsure and on the verge of tears.

He had his finger resting on the bottom of his lip, looking at the two of us giants with a glossy finish over his eyes.

Jake crouched down to his level, the kid immediately ran into him, grabbing ahold of his arm as he began crying.

Jake shot his head to look at me, the two looks on our faces were priceless. We were baffled, shocked and completely unsure of what to do.

Everyone was pretty much gone, and there didn't seem to be any parents to collect their missing child.

Despite this random encounter, Jake just allowed the kid to cry on his shoulder for a moment, til he collected himself and looked at Jake, sniffling, eyes scattering all over his face.

"Are you lost? Do you know where your parents are?" Jake spoke gently, in such a soothing voice that he could probably put a whole ward of babies to sleep.

The child nodded his head, rubbing his tears on his jacket, Jake didn't seem to mind. He gave a light sigh, before standing up and grabbing ahold of the child's hand.

He looked over to me, swallowing hard before looking at the sky, gradually changing colour and darkening ever so slightly.

"I suppose we can't leave him alone." Jake gave a small chuckle to himself, briefly looking to the ground.

I knew the only reason he chuckled to himself, was because this would grant us a little more time together, and that was pretty sad.

"Who on earth just forgets about their kid like this?" I shook my head with a light smile, the three of us head out of the area, the kid just silently walking with us while holding Jake's hand.

We looked around, and there didn't seem to be many people, if any. It was obvious why, it was getting later, and darker, and colder. It makes sense for barely any people to be out here at this time.

But you'd think that in such a small town, someone would be frantically looking around for their child.

After all, this place is surrounded by water, who knows what could happen, especially when it gets dark.

The small kid yawned, tired by all of this crying and probably the eventful day he had. Jake said no more, and lift him up, placing him on his shoulders.

I had to look away as he turned to look at me, the small kid sat on his shoulders, leaning his torso gently on Jake's head, and Jake's large hands holding his such small ones.

Lord if you love me, please grant me a kid right now.

I cleared my throat before looking back at Jake, the smile on my face refusing to leave. He equally had the biggest grin too, despite this dire situation the two of us were in.

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hi

long time no see

i cba updating sorry im getting fucked over by college nowadays i have no time for anything

thats why i havent been updating

i come home at like 6pm, and have a shit load of homework to do and by the time im finished its like 10pm LMAOOO

i thought i would publish at least something so you know im alive

i might update more later, but no guarantees (im out of ideas im grasping onto straws okay...)

but yeah, thank u for the patience and the lovely comments

see u later !